What are you like?

In colloquial English, especially northern Ireland, "What are you like?" means you're an idiot. But I digress...

Do you like yourself? Or are you so appalled by the way you are, that you superimpose a fabricated ego over the real you? Do you know who the real you is? What are you really like?

I realized, one day, that I simply couldn't live with who I was, any more, and set out to become someone I liked. It was easier than I had thought. I started by sweeping away the dishonesty. And the rest just did itself.

I believe this is one of the hardest questions that anyone - ever - has to ask themselves.

Happiness is fleeting. I seek contentment in my life. At this point, I'm nearing some of my major life goals, so it's looking up. I would say that I could use improvement in some areas (getting back to working out - squats, deadlifts, presses - are what I need to start again), but overall I like me. I don't think anyone can ever stop improving themselves, so I don't believe anyone is EVER truly happy with themselves in the fullest, but that doesn't stop me from appreciating where I am now.

The more I ask myself whether or not I like who I am, the less sure I become. I look back on myself years ago, and while I've changed significantly over that period, I'm not sure whether I've progressed or gotten worse in time. Maybe there is no "better"; just "different". Though I'm sure many would disagree.

Ah. When you like yourself, you know it. But as Humanicide observes: it's mostly a work-in-progress. Or a non-issue, altogether. Personally, I feel self-improvement/realization, is a duty all humans must undertake, although comparatively few do. The idea being to reach a point of balance, where you are all you might be, at the moment you are, without going any further and becoming fake all over again, from the other direction. Balance is quite easy to recognize: nothing pulls you, either way. Feels terrific, but somewhat difficult to maintain.

I have always liked who I am, even when I didnt. I dont really know what it means to not be content with yourself. I have been discontented with stuff, but never with myself, faults and all. The people who are not content with themselves all seem sick to me. Perhaps they are. I mean its one thing to want to change something in your life or reach a goal but something is probably very wrong if you arent satisfied with yourself.

So you're content with the way you are. Are you perfect? The best you can be? Nothing questionable about yourself? No further you can go? Not one flaw you recognize? The apex of human development? You've never been discontented with yourself? Ever? Faults and all? Anyone who seeks to become better than they are, is sick?

Such a way of seeing oneself seems very, very unhealthy to me. And goes a long way to illustrating why the Western world is in such a state of terminal decline. This way of individuals seeing themselves is now the norm. Everyone's a winner, just the way they are. The only loser is society, itself.

Simply being, one can say: 'None are equal', and understand that inequality is a beautiful thing. For it is nothing but the pure and simple truth. It is simply being unlike.

Most will tremble with fear faced with this pure and simple truth. Why? Because it strips them naked of their likes. And being like something- or someone else is the only thing that they are. Simple as that.

In reality most people aren't anything like what they think they are like. They just like to think that. They simply are in nothing but thoughts. Take their likes away from them, and they would vanish into thin air.

They are 'like, whatever man...'

On the other hand: To be unlike the majority. To be unlike the equals. To be simple, pure and real. That is beautiful. That I like.